Oh my goddess, I'm gonna vomit. I finally just emailed my biological sister. For the first time ever.

Grant me the Serenity to not check my email forever and ever and ever.

Many thanks to Scrappy and my mom who both did their parts in giving me the courage to finally do it.

Sweet and sad

British soldier in Afghanistan proposes to his girlfriend on his monthly call home, but dialed the wrong number

So, the woman who got the voicemail took it to the Daily Telegraph and they are trying to find her.

~ma, Burrell.

Holp! I stopped at Borders on the way home, zombie-shopped for an hour, spent $100, and now I'm too tired and dirty to go get food, too hungry to order delivery, and I don't have any leftovers.

Oh wait! Eggs. My roommate keeps chickens at her mom's and we always have scads. Brekkie for dinner it is.

Oh my goddess, I'm gonna vomit. I finally just emailed my biological sister. For the first time ever.

Ooooh. This process, for me, was a mixed ride. May it be a great (and happy) adventure for you.

ION, I have just risen from the mighty nap of the relieved. While I was glad for the much needed sleep, my head now feels like a brick. Not like it was hit with a brick, but like the actual brick itself.

After nearly fainting from stress last night over Bartleby's condition, we went to the vet today to deal with his week-long chronic belly issue.

The bad news was the bill...4 bills...the good news is that I think we've finally found a vet who can actually help us with his chronic bumular issue. She was very practical and knowledgeable. She offered to do what I have been begging vets to do for years...research his seemingly disconnected symptoms to see if there is a non-surgical treatment.

In fact, completely unprompted by me, she rejected the idea of surgery for all the reasons I have been avoiding it.

It's just awesome.

At the moment though, he's on loads of medication to fix his belly so, hopefully, at least one of us will sleep better moving forward.

The doc was also extremely encouraging about all the age-related things that have been weighing on me. She says Bartleby is in great condition and that most everything else seems normal. I mentioned that my prayer is that we make it to 15 years, but that I don't have a huge amount of hope for that. She asserted that it is highly likely that he could live that long...which, while I won't bank on it, is very, very nice to hear.

That is very brave, Aims. Have you never met her or have you gotten out of touch? I wish you the best outcome whatever the sitch.

I've never met her. I don't even know if she knows about me, so it'll be interesting to see what happens.

I still wanna throw up over it. Bleh.

I have had eggs. Nom.

bonny, glad you found a good vet. If only the "price beyond rubies" weren't literal. Best wishes for a longterm solution for B-boy's troubles.

My Borders haul: a UK lesbian mag, Ellery Queen (with erika's story!), the Treme soundtrack, This I Believe, Rules for Radicals, When Work Disappears: the World of the New Urban Poor, The Corner, A White Teacher Talks About Race, and a slow cooker recipe book that was only $2.50.

This weekend is apparently a holiday here. Several years ago, St. Patrick's Day was during spring break, so some students declared the weekend before Spring Break as "State Patty's Day" and took that weekend to wear green and drink a lot. Fast forward a few years, and it's become a "tradition," and people come in from all over the state to gather downtown and get drunk. Last year, there were 365 phone calls to the police, 24 alcohol overdoses reported, 241 citations issued, and 160 arrests (of whom 62% were not students here.) Several of the bars downtown are closing for the weekend because things got too out of hand last year and they don't want to have to deal with that.

Thanks, smonster. I'm more hopeful than I have ever been in terms of a management plan. I have no expectation that we will find a 'cure.' Less pain and struggle will be fantastic.

A cure is a lot to ask. More good time is not. I wish you that. Older pets aren't easy and their medical journies can be kind of epic, but they are good companions and I know I would not trade Kittenish's extra time for all the dollars and heartache it has cost me. She's happy (hates getting shot with oral meds, but that's a small price since she's over that trauma in minutes every time) and feels good still.

And it was always the new ones - the old ones they rejected.

Old ones are too light. The weight gives them a nice feel when you bat them under stuff. Cat law.

I assume this is how I finally found the spare battery to my last phone under the couch. And a lipstick. And some junk that I cared less about.

Damn, I have no idea how meara and ND travel so much. I thought I flew a lot and was pretty chill with it but I have spent a fucking lot of time in airports and traveling in the last nearly three weeks and I would not trade the trip or time with my dad for anything but I am so happy to be waiting for my *last* flight that goes *home* right now. If I could get my cats from kitty jail before morning, I would be blissed out. Instead, tomorrow. Hoping for no slippery frozen stuff while I drive home.